[MINGLE, ESPECIALLY TO NEWCOMERS] ROOFTOP FESTIVITIES!!!

[icanfixer]

WHO: All!
WHAT: Rooftop festivities!
WHERE: On a rooftop of an office building in the second open district!
WHEN: 8/14, evening!
WARNINGS: alcohol, tba as it goes


Banner displayed inside the train station, outside city hall, and on the most used residence buildings.

Follow the arrows.
So you're unaware. Maybe new. Or maybe you just didn't care the first time you saw it. That's fine. Between the banners hanging around key areas, and the flyers quickly drawn up in a similar fashion scattered across the city, it's hard not to know something is going on -- and there's helpful arrows, chalked on building walls and the streets the day of the party, to let people know where to go.

The Rooftop

A splendid scene awaits those who travel heavensward. Fairy lights connect the corners of the roof access building to metal poles at the corners of the building itself, lifted by cylindrical supports where needed, each one held straight by pots filled with well-packed dirty and stone. There's multicolored stars hanging from some of the lights, while various painted flowers hang on others, and what greets the ears first is some royalty free party music played from a CD player off the the side.

There's a long folded out table in the center for those who'd like to share cuisine, just set and serve yourself! Nearby is a space for Daan to do some bartending as well, a man who can make a multitude of cocktails and mocktails for those who want something less alcoholic. Also, pints of various ice cream flavors in a cooler!

Don't worry -- they won't have any odd effects on them, Don verified the lack of them herself. Not all of them are normal. Think loaded baked potato weird.

For those who'd like a quieter space, there's beanbags and a swirly, fuzzy carpet to sit on more away from the center of the party area. This'll be a great time to play some games, such as truth or dare, spin the bottle, and... whatever else you play at parties. Get to know your fellow man and such. Play the violin.

Naturally, no party... hosted... by Don Quixote would be without a space to fight, if one wishes to show off a little! It's also taking place on a swirly fuzzy carpet, just so no one smashes their head in, and there's a neat little banner hanging down from a string of lights that says thus:

WIN THREE MATCHES AND A PRIZE AWAITS THEE!!!!!!!
- NO KILLING
- HANDS ONLY

What the prize is, no one knows. But come find Don Quixote with your battle scars and she'll grant it -- and stick around a while, 'cause this party's gonna end with a bang... that is, with homemade fireworks donated by "a friend" through Junpei.

Anyway, have fun!!! Share words about your worlds!!! The society your characters are from, the cuisine they've brought, how they're working out in the city -- help the new kids along, too. There's more vets here now than there were a few months ago, after all.

Navi: Truth or Dare - Two Truths and a Lie - Hydra Storytelling w/Junpei - Drink Up With Daan - Qixi Festivites

Comments

[nomoresharks]

That they are. At the end, they dissipate their essence and their souls to be taken to the Underworld.

[there is nothing strange about this whatsoever]

[astraphilia]

[ my HOMIE in whatever the FF14 pantheon is, that is very strange! Reno's eyebrows go up as the pieces slot into place—of course graveyards and mourning rituals would seem strange to someone who gets to say goodbye to people before they pass on. ]

See, there's your difference. [ he shakes his head a little. ] We have graveyards 'cause we don't usually get to say goodbye like that.

[ especially not recently, although there had been so many dead after Meteor that there wasn't enough grave space for them anyway. ]

[nomoresharks]

You don't? How very...

[He trails off, and then his shoulders drop.

Ah. Another of those sorts of places, it seems.]</small. Would that there were a way to make it possible for others. I wonder if my world is the only one where it can be done.

[astraphilia]

Might well be. [ the way Hythlodaeus' shoulders droop at the realization that Reno's world is yet another where death is sudden and unforgiving is... almost... charming? maybe Reno's just jaded, but so many people where he's from barely have it left in them to give a shit about mourning anymore.

so after a second he adds, although he's not sure who exactly he's trying to comfort, ] But it ain't like—

[ man, this is a real company secret. ]

It ain't like they're gone forever. When they die, they go back to the Planet... dissolve into its life force and I guess get reborn however the Lifestream decides they do. As plants or whatever.

[nomoresharks]

[A pause as he ponders that a moment.]

While I'm not surprised to hear that's the case, mayhap I should be. [Aether is a rarity among so many worlds, after all, and even magic appears to be somewhat novel] 'Tis the same where I come from.

We call that place where the soul is cleansed to be reborn the "Underworld." What do you call it?

[astraphilia]

Just the Lifstream. Most people don't know about the whole—dissolve and get reborn thing.

We only learned about it pretty recently.

[ and not exactly in the most uplifting of ways, although ultimately Reno's glad for the knowing. ]

[nomoresharks]

Mayhap only slightly different.

[Though as he says it, there's a certain twinkle in his eye and a lightness to his voice. Finally. Though not exact, there's somewhere out there in that grand sea of stars or planes--or whatever makes up the space between the myriad worlds represented in the city--similar enough to his own.

The briefest thought that he might be growing a tad homesick surfaces just long enough in his head to be swept away]

Our star has something similar, the current by which souls are borne to the Underworld. It may be that your world is similar--or mayhap the stream runs a full circle.

[A laugh]

Though I suppose I shouldn't be so quick to jump to conclusions without having seen it for myself.

[astraphilia]

Hey, I know a girl who I bet could answer that for ya. I'll ask her and let you know.

[ he's not going to put Aerith's business on blast, out her as a the last living Cetra and guardian of the Lifestream yadda yadda—Odin knows Reno's done enough harm to her for several lifetimes—but he's not above asking intellectual exercise questions for the sake of comparison! ]

[nomoresharks]

Would you? I'd be most appreciative.

[A hand goes to his chin as he hums to himself thoughtfully.]

Haven't the slightest what I can do in exchange, but should something come to mind, I promise you that it will be delivered forthwith.